Across the vast expanse of stardust and time,
a silver whisper curls upon the solar winds—
tendrils of forgotten light dance languidly,
tracing the silhouettes of celestial dreams.
"Cast thy weary nets into the cosmic deep,
for echoes linger like fading songs of lore."
Thus speaks the astral bard,
veiled in nebulous resplendence.
Frequencies intertwine, waxing and waning,
a symphony gleaned from cosmic silence,
messages—profound and bewildered—
encoded in the luminescence of distant worlds.
And so, the satellites of truth spin on,
charting their courses through the boundless night,
divining stars’ whispers in the abyssal hush,
where echoes of ancient songs remain.
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